Peking University, Department of Political Science. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ma Jue walked into the classroom with the textbook in his hand, which instantly attracted the attention of all the male students. When she found a seat and sat down, there were quickly seven or eight more people in the vacant seat next to her, if nothing else, those boys just wanted to get closer to the school flower.

Maybe it was because of his shame, nearly 10 male classmates sat down around Ma Yu, but no one dared to come up and talk to her, at most they secretly glanced at her.

There were also a few male classmates who were chatting, who also deliberately raised their voices, in a vain attempt to use high-minded talk to attract Ma Jue's attention.

Ma Jue was quite annoyed by this, took out a literary magazine, bowed his head and read quietly. But the chatter was so loud that she couldn't even listen if she didn't want to.

"I heard that Mr. Wei also resigned, and if it continues like this, I'm afraid we will have to suspend classes."

"What's the solution? Without a principal, without funding, teachers can't go hungry, right? ”

"It's all to blame for their senior students, who have to electrify the whole country to resume school, and drive the principal away, so that the Ministry of Education ignores Peking University."

"That's it, if you look at the schools of Beijing University of Technology, if you don't reopen the school, you won't still be in class." (Beijing University of Technology became the first engineering college of Peking University after the merger, but was not disbanded and reopened, and continued with several other national universities until after the Anti-Japanese War, and moved to the northwest to form the Northwest Associated University, which is the predecessor of the new China Northwest University)

"Alas, the old students are here, and we new students are suffering."

"How can you say nonsense? Old students do not insist on resuming school, where is there still Peking University now. ”

"I heard that Mr. Cai Yuanpei will come back to be the principal?"

"He didn't care about Peking University for a long time, it seems that Mr. Zhou Hexuan wants to return to Peking University."

"It doesn't matter who he is the principal, the Ministry of Education can send a principal at will, we have worked hard to get admitted to the university, we can't give up halfway and go home to farm, right?"

“……”

This topic is obviously the most concerned by the students, and more and more students are joining the discussion.

Ma Jue is also very worried about this, her father is the head of the Department of Literature of Peking University, and she often listens to her father and uncles talk about the difficulties of the school, and nearly half of the teachers of the Department of Chinese Literature have resigned in the past six months.

Just when the classmates were talking, suddenly a boy broke in, waved the magazine in his hand and said: "Good things, good things, the group publication of the Shanghai Left-wing Writers' Union, "Sprout Monthly"!" ”

"Really? Show me! ”

"Okay, where did you get it?"

"I've heard that a lot of great writers have joined the Left League."

“……”

Ma Yu had also heard of Zuolian, she looked up curiously, hesitating whether she should ask the boy to borrow a book to read.

The boy said proudly: "This is the latest issue of the magazine "Sprout", which my uncle brought from Shanghai, and you can't buy it in bookstores in the north. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, bring it to everyone and watch it together!" Someone said eagerly.

The boy opened the catalog page and said, "There are too many people and it's very troublesome, so I'll just read it to everyone." This issue of "Sprout" published Lu Xun, Roushi, Yin Fu, Wei Jinzhi...... Wait for Mr.'s article, who do you want to listen to first? ”

"Lu Xun, Lu Xun!" Everyone chanted in unison.

"Then I'll start reading," the boy said with a smile, "The title of Mr. Lu Xun's essay is "The Task of the Critics of the Crescent Society": The critics in the Crescent Society hate ridicule very much, but they only ridicule one kind of person, and they are the ones who do ridicule articles...... From now on, I'm afraid I will be dissatisfied with both status quos. ”

Lu Xun's article is not long, not even 800 words, and points will be deducted for taking the college entrance examination. He does not use a single dirty word in the whole article, but he ridicules the critics of the Crescent Society to death, satirizing the literati of the Crescent faction who oppose the Kuomintang on the surface, but secretly they are subservient and wagging their tails and begging for mercy.

After listening to the essays, some people couldn't help but ask: "I like the Crescent Club a lot, who is Mr. Lu Xun scolding this time?" ”

"Yes, why did Mr. Lu Xun have a conflict with the Crescent Moon Society again?"

"It should be Hu Shi, I heard that Mr. Lu Xun and Mr. Hu Shi have always had a bad relationship."

"How can it be Hu Shi? Hu Shi has been forced to go overseas because of his resistance to the oppressive ideas of the Kuomintang. ”

“……”

The students discussed for a long time without a clue, and finally someone asked Ma Jue: "Ma Jue, you seem to be very familiar with Mr. Lu Xun, who is he scolding in this article?" ”

Ma Jue really knew, because she had already read this article, and immediately replied: "It was Mr. Liang Shiqiu who scolded." ”

"I remember, the two of them really have a conflict." Someone immediately shouted.

The Lu Liang scolding war began in 1926, Liang Shiqiu said that the May Fourth literature depicted rickshaw drivers as superficial humanitarianism, and Lu Xun immediately wrote an article, not only criticizing Liang Shiqiu, but also scolding the entire Crescent Society.

By 1927, Liang Shiqiu sarcastically ridiculed Lu Xun and Zhou Zuoren as the overlords of the literary world, and could not tolerate other people's thinking being different from theirs. At that time, it was at the peak of the "anti-red" period, Liang Shiqiu alluded to Lu Xun as a red party, and Lu Xun responded that Liang Shiqiu had "sinister intentions", so the two really had a grudge.

Later, Liang Shiqiu scolded Lu Xun's translated works for being obscure, belonging to "hard translation", with no artistry at all, and not far from "dead translation".

Lu Xun defended his translation problem, and the two quarreled.

Until last summer, Liang Shiqiu wrote an article saying that Lu Xun was dissatisfied with the status quo, but he only dared to say a few harsh witticisms. Lu Xun wrote this article after half a year to fight back, saying that the literati of the Crescent School pursued freedom of thought and quarreled with the Kuomintang, which was a wagging tail and begging for mercy, and in places where it was really necessary to resist, they helped the Kuomintang to maintain law and order (in the literary world).

The pen battle between these two never stopped until Lu Xun died.

The students discussed Lu Xun and Liang Shiqiu, and the boy continued to read the magazine, reading and reading, and he suddenly said, "Hey, this poem is a little interesting!" ”

"What kind of poem?" Someone asked.

The boy said, "The name of the poem is 'I Love This Land', and the author's name is 'Night Wind'. I'll read it to you.

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This storm-stricken land,

This eternal river of our grief and indignation,

This wrathful wind that blows endlessly,

and the incomparably gentle dawn from the woods......

- And then I died,

Even the feathers rotted in the ground.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land so much......"

After reading a poem, no one in the classroom spoke, and everyone was immersed in the hot feelings of the poem.

This poem does not have so many twists and turns, and expresses a great patriotic feeling that is unforgettable and unswerving to death. Its simplicity and its truth are precisely the most touching to people, especially the enthusiastic young people who feel even more impassioned when they read it.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land so much......

Ma Jue repeated these two lines of poetry in a low voice, and couldn't help but be a little stupid.